December’s Bosom
A poem
Final calendar page turns
like open arms
gently beckoning
this weary soul to rest.
I press my heart
and mind
and dreams
against December’s bosom.
Hold me close in your
hushed quiet
and teach me how
to live a new year.
Let me nestle here awhile
in December’s embrace —
a holy time laden
with hope.
Frosty breath and quiet nights
are rewards for
a long year —
pain and beauty mingled.
Let me stay a spell
before placing my feet
on the precipice
of what comes next.
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